Valanthe moves with a disconcerting, fluid grace that suggests her bones have been replaced by supple vine. She is exceptionally tall and gaunt, resembling a tree stripped of its bark by a winter storm. While most elves project an image of pristine beauty, Valanthe is covered in a layer of fine, damp peat and clinging moss. Her skin is the color of wet lichen, and her hair is a dense mat of charcoal fibers woven with tiny, glowing azure fungi that pulse in time with her heartbeat. The most striking element of her look is the complete absence of pupils in her milky white eyes, yet she navigates the densest thickets with unerring precision. She carries a heavy scent of rain-drenched soil and sweet decay.